November
Happy we drifted to November
with died down buddleia
and an abeyance of rose hips
the tree bark is clear
We held the half Moon at Battersea
and went out in the cold
along the maze of streets
everything mattered
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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